Whitefish River The Switch Up

A mother's job, he supposed she was right, he had nothing else to go by after all in this kind of conversation. That's good... it's relieving to hear. At least it wasn't abnormal for anyone to feel that way, nor was there some kind of hidden job that he had to know about by now in order to partake in all of this. All he had to do was keep plucking along, put everything he could into every patrol and hunt and hope he was doing enough.

The question was shockingly something he didn't expect would come his way. He felt flush, heated under his collar and cheeks. Um. A nervous chuckle escaped him, a coping mechanism to try and calm his own nerves. I've never stuck around long enough to be a part of all this. He admitted. A malfunctioning nose often turns out useless for packs. And until puppies were old enough, they were even tougher to join.

Hmm I suppose if I'm sticking around long enough for next year, I'll be more mentally prepared for all this. Teasing himself. He sure hoped to be around long enough to see another year in Kaistleoki, frankly, he was tired of pack hunting.